One autumn, in the valley,
a great fire broke out and raged so violently that the
Indians of the tribe could not extinguish
it. In desperation, they sent a
request for help to Man of Ice, a great
man of magic who lived in the north.
Man of Ice did not answer with a
prayer. Instead, he simply removed his
crown of feathers from his head, undid
his long braids and shook his thick hair.
The amazed messengers noticed an unexpected breeze blow across
his face. He shook his hair again
and it began to rain: the; the rain
changed to hailstones and then to snow.
The messengers
returned to their valley where the fire was still burning. The
Indians stared helplessly at the fearful sight from
the surrounding hills. They knew what the messengers had seen but
were afraid that their request had
been made in vain.
A few days later, a
strong wind blew up, but it served only to fan the flames still
further. The rain which followed only
caused damp clouds of vapour to form:
but then the hail, which drove the
Indians to find shelter far off put out the flames
and, finally, snow fell and covered even the ashes. Slowly the
snow melted and when, at the start of
spring, the Indians returned to their home, they discovered
a beautiful lake where the fire had
raged.
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